After walking for a while, I saw many food hotels and restaurants ahead.

  In a hurry, I entered one of the restaurants.

  After washing my hands and face properly, I sat at a table and started looking at the menu card.

  Everything seemed quite expensive.

  A normal rice and lentil porridge cost 80 taka, and two flatbreads were 40 taka.

  But I was very hungry.

  So I ordered four flatbreads, a portion of vegetable curry, and a poached egg.

  After a short while, the food arrived.

  Without wasting any time, I started eating quickly.

  I was so hungry that it felt like I could finish everything.

  I hadn’t eaten since noon the previous day.

  So it felt like my hunger was even greater.

  The flatbreads went well with the vegetable curry.

  I also noticed small pieces of meat in the curry, which made the taste even better.

  After finishing quickly, I went to the washroom, washed my hands, and had just sat down when the waiter brought the bill.

  Seeing the bill made my head spin.

  I had spent 200 taka on just four small items.

  The vegetable curry alone cost 100 taka—never had I seen such expensive vegetables, not even at home.

  But what could I do?

  I was hungry, so I finished it all.

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  Now, I had to pay the bill.

  After paying and leaving the restaurant, I started thinking about what to do next.

  It was 11:30.

  After thinking for a while, I decided to explore Chattogram city and see what it looked like.

  I started walking again.

  But as I walked, I realized the city couldn’t be that close.

  I would have to ask someone.

  But whom?

  I didn’t know anyone here.

  And I couldn’t really talk to anyone freely.

  What should I do, what should I do?

  If friends were here, I wouldn’t have to worry so much.

  No, I couldn’t think like that.

  I had to handle this on my own, using my own wits.

  So what could I do now?

  I decided to go to a small shop, buy something, and ask for directions to the city while paying.

  I saw a shop in the distance.

  I hurried toward it.

  The shop owner was an elderly man.

  Good—people like him usually answer kindly.

  Inside the shop, I couldn’t decide what to buy.

  Then I remembered I didn’t have water, so I took a bottle and went to the counter.

  I asked the uncle,

  “How much is this?”

  “30 taka.”

  “Okay, uncle, how can I go to the city from here? I mean, I want to go to the shopping mall.”

  He said,

  “You go straight from here and take a left.

  You’ll see a bus station.

  Get on the bus and tell them you want to go to the city; they’ll drop you near the shopping mall.

  It’s about an eight-minute walk to the bus station from here.”

  “Thank you, uncle. You’ve helped me a lot.”

  “Oh, what help!

  It’s our duty.

  If someone doesn’t know the way, we just show the correct route.”

  “Alright, thank you, uncle.”

  I paid him and left.

  On the way, he said, “Come again to the shop.”

  What a kind man.

  That’s why elderly people usually give directions or help when you ask them something.

  I started walking quickly and reached the bus station.

  The uncle had said, “A bus comes here every 20 minutes.”

  It took me six minutes to reach here.

  I thought the bus would arrive shortly.

  Before I could stand there for long, the bus arrived.

  I got on and said, “I want to go to the shopping mall.”

  Paying 50 taka, I sat down and moved toward the window.

  The bus started moving.